heh, thanks but I’m doing just fine. :}
when did romance die?
of falling asleep alone all the time.
After the first winery…
After the second…
awe my lovely home town, now immortalized in these lovely gifs. :}
I am not a porn star, or a prostitue. so kindly STOP sending me “more tits, ass, boobs” messages. Thank you. That is all.
He’s got a sharkskin suit
And a diamond earring he’s got jet black hair,
Just like his mother
He’s got a jail tattoo, from his long-lost brother
He’s got a shotgun fuse,
Don’t you pull his trigger
Broke from jail without a gun,
Public enemy number one killed a man on the run, on the lam,
Without bail headed straight back to jail.
Nowhere else for him to go daddy-o, daddy-o
He’s gonna make his mark at a vegas hotel
He rolls snake-eyes down,
He’s gonna make his money
He’s headin’ west, on a killin’ spree
Down in l.a., you know the killin’s free
(he was born on the 4th of july the kind of guy,
When he spoke to you,
He stared you straight in the eye you know, man,
When he walked into the room,
You would feel it and man,
When he walked in the room,
It sounded like this)
He got a hundred years,
And the electric chair
His final words were, I don’t care
(the way the legend goes,
Is he was executed shortly after midnight
Some witnesses say he seemed to be enjoying himself
One witness said he died with a smile on his face
He was one bad, bad man)
2000 Volts - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
ya know, the ones with the music we all get to listen to thanks to the mass production of speakers that reach louder than 11.
yeah, well, there at it again…
is it so much to ask for peace and quiet as a I nap at 5 in the afternoon?!
You’re not a nerd. You’re a kid with a gaming console and internet access.
You’re not an artist. You have photoshop.
You’re not a photographer. You have a nice camera.
You’re not a blogger. You’re a reblogger.
You’re not proving a point, you’re just putting people down.